Thomas Dolby – One of Our Submarines
An evening pause: Performed live 2012. Dolby sings and plays keyboards. Mat Hector is on drums and Kevin Armstrong is on guitar.
Hat tip Diane Zimmerman.
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Brian Eno –
“Ambient 1: Music for Airports” (1978)
https://youtu.be/vNwYtllyt3Q
(48:24)
“as ignorable as it is interesting”
Brian Eno
Also can not forget Dolby’s classic tune “She Blinded Me With Science”
Live: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E9SbCeFcMPI
Robert – Great selection. Say some prayers for Dolby’s uncle, Lt. Stephen E. Spring Rice, RNVR second in command of P48 lost in 1942. The song honors him.
Say some prayers for all the men (and women now) who go to sea in submarines.
Thanks, from one of your submarine qualified readers.
One of our submarines is missing tonight
Seems she ran aground on manoeuvres
One of our submarines
A hungry heart
To regulate their breathing
One more night
The Winter Boys are freezing in their spam tin
The Baltic moon
Along the northern seaboard
And down below
The Winter Boys are waiting for the storm
And I can trace my history
Down one generation to my home
In one of our submarines
One of our submarines
One of our submarines